Slowly I slither,
Back to my abandoned hole...

Go outside,
Breathe the air...

I'm hiding,
Hiding from the truth...

Its selfless love and selfish hate,
That brings us here face to face...

Uncle George, why did you leave?
And my sisters so young and naive...

I a falling hard for you,
I am scared though...

Sitting alone in my room,
Staring at my hideous pink wall...

Hearts are meant to be filled,
Filled with heaps of love...

Moving to the beat,
Feeling my feet move...

I hear a knock at the door
Hurry put on my mask...

Tears welling up in the back of my eyes,
I feel my heart rate starting to rise...

Love is;
It is a brutal game of luck and chance...